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As they got to the top of the stairs Regina looked around at the children's bedrooms, "it seems so odd to not have them here, so quiet," she said.

"If you want I could set an alarm for one in the morning and start screaming?" Emma laughed.

"As delightful as that sounds, I'll pass," Regina said as she held the handle of her bedroom door, "oh, do you.. want help sleeping tonight?"

Emma considered it for a moment, she wanted to say yes but she didn't want to trouble Regina so she shook her head, "no, I'll just," she pointed down towards her own bedroom door, "and I'll see you in the morning.."

"Goodnight," Regina smiled, "sleep well.."

Chapter 62

Upon delivering Henry to school and returning Grace safely the next morning, Mary Margaret and David were invited into the house for coffee and brunch. They sat at the dining room table in the kitchen and watched as Emma and Regina busied themselves around the kitchen. It would be more accurate to say that Mary Margaret watched while David watched his wife, hesitant that she would at any moment blow a fuse.

Every time the women shared a smile or brushed past each other during the preparations for the meal Mary Margaret either leaned forward in her chair or looked at David with an incredulous sigh at the fact they still appeared to be absolutely clueless as to their feelings towards each other.

Mary Margaret looked at David and shook her head in disgust and he stared at her in the universal married couple’s signal of begging for silence. The doorbell rang and Regina went to answer it and Mary Margaret hopped up and stood by the kitchen island, “so, what did you guys do last night?”

Emma shrugged, “nothing much, had a chat and then we were both tired so we had an early night,” she turned to the fridge to get the milk and Mary Margaret turned and looked at David with an excited look at the potential meaning of the words.

“Well, I read for about two hours because I got swept up in my book,” Emma added.

Mary Margaret rolled her eyes at David and picked up a cup from a saucer as if to throw it across the room but quickly calmed herself, “Regina’s looking nice today, don’t you think, Emma?”

Emma frowned, “er, yeah, I guess.. doesn’t she always?”

“Yes!” Mary Margaret agreed, hanging onto the compliment, “yes she does!”

“It’s too cold for just this tank top, I’m just going to run and get a sweater,” Emma said, “back in a minute.”

The second she left the room Mary Margaret flopped across the kitchen island in exasperation, “how can they not see it?!”

“It takes some people a little more time,” David smiled as he stood up and positioned her into an embrace, “they’ll figure it out, remember you said no meddling.”

“But at this rate they’ll be old and grey,” Mary Margaret whined, “I want a grand baby, who will be able to play with my child.. oh, wow, that’s weird,” she shook her head.

Regina entered the room again and frowned, “where’s Emma?”

“She went to get changed,” David supplied as Mary Margaret was still wrapping her head around everyone’s ages.

“Thank you for looking after her,” Mary Margaret said softly.

“I’m doing no such thing, she is the one helping me,” Regina said primly as she noticed a cup on the counter and placed it back on its saucer.

“We know that’s not true, Regina,” David said while looking to check that Emma wasn’t returning.

“She refused to tell me what was going on,” Mary Margaret said with a hint of sadness, “I’m just glad she’s got someone to talk to.”

Regina opened her mouth to speak but at that moment Emma returned, “right, sorry, I’m back.. what can I do to help?”

“Sit down,” Regina said firmly, “you’re not helping your leg with all your acrobatics.”

“Oh come on,” Emma said as she helped take a tray to the dining room table anyway, “you weren’t complaining this morning when we did the downward facing dog together.”

David’s face flashed bright red in a deep blush and Mary Margaret beamed with happiness.

“I did downward facing dog,” Regina said as she removed some cinnamon buns from the microwave, “I don’t know what yoga position you were doing but it wasn’t one I recognise.”

David let out a breath of relief and Mary Margaret tightly gripped a butter knife in her hand as she shook her head in frustration.

“Are you okay, dear?” Regina asked as she frowned at Mary Margaret.

“Hormones,” Mary Margaret announced loudly with no further explanation as she picked up a proffered bun and placed it on the plate in front of her.

“I.. see,” Regina raised her eyebrows at David who just shook his head apologetically.

“So, Grace was okay, didn’t keep you up too much?” Emma asked once they were all sat down.

“She was wonderful, she woke up twice but she soon went off again,” Mary Margaret beamed.

“I did appreciate the break,” Regina admitted quietly as if she didn’t want anyone to hear the admission.

“We’ll gladly take her again if you like, if you want some alone time, together, or alone..” Mary Margaret offered and then jumped as David gently kicked her.